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Annapro Quest 3/3s A3 Max Magnetic Battery Headstrap

Today we’re looking at the Annapro Quest 3/3S A3 Max Magnetic Battery Headstrap. This headset represents a significant advancement in VR accessory design, tailored specifically for the Meta Quest 3 and Quest 3S headsets. With its combination of powerful battery performance, ergonomic design, and convenient features, this head strap boasts enhancement to the overall virtual reality experience. Its…

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼!

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂 | you’re the birthday girl and the birthday girl always gets what she wants.

𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 | fluffy smut

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 | daddy!andy barber × bratty birthday girl![black//woc] reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 | 4.5K

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 18+ nsfw! ddlg lifestyle, daddy kink, hint of brattiness, kinda spoiled reader, fingering, slight size kink, ass groping mention, spanking mention, punishment mention, loads of praise, loads of kisses, loads of sweets being consumed, stuffie talk, teasing, there may be a few grammar mistakes

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 | easy living by billie holiday, teddy wilson ♡ dance of the sugar plum fairy by pytor llyich tchaikovsky ♡ babygirl by charli xcx ♡♡♡

𝔀. 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 | this is a little birthday gift for @cloudystevie 💗💘💞 go show some love to the birthday princess cherubs!!! ♡ hope you enjoy this jasmeen darling, happy birthday ♡♡♡

 ♡ long fluttering lashes bat soothingly at the sight of flowing auburn liquid pouring from your teapots spout into your stuffies porcelain tea cup, the drip drop of the last dip before you raise the pale pink tea kettle up.

 ♡ the sweet smell of cakes rising in the oven flows in a curled aroma throughout the kitchen, catching the hints of rich german chocolate and zesty lemon you smile tenderly as you finish pouring all your stuffies cups of tea.

 ♡ this tea party isn’t common like your other tea parties before, your stuffed animals know this as all their plastic glass eyes dash along the various jam puff pastry and chocolate icing treats that rest on rosy designed plates atop lacy doilies which crowd the table.

 ♡ it certainly isn’t like your other tea parties, there's a sparkling trance in the air that grows stronger wherever your angelic presence takes you and it surely captures all their plastic eyes on the extravagant purple silk that adorns the smooth sweet pea lotion that sparkles off every inch of visible strip of skin.

 ♡ a glittering swarovski tiara rests on the crown of your glossy curls that fall in thick abounding ribbons, shining silver gleams with every shift of your head it correlates well with the powdered sugar like snow that falls softly outside and Andy dusting a layer on hot and ready out of the oven blueberry tarts.

 ♡ the expensive headpiece surely was a sight for sore eyes, it brightened the silver stars in your hues when you were caressing the satin like bath wash that smelt of peonies and strawberries, bathing that early morning to get ready for your special day.

 ♡ taking your special time appreciating every hill, bend, curve and dip of your body as a knock struck the door, “is my birthday princess in here?” Andy’s voice rung, pulling your head up in attention you grinned.

 ♡ “she is daddy!” you replied as your lower half swished in the rose petal water, hearing the bathroom door opened and the pad of Andy’s loafers hit the marble bathroom tiles.

 ♡ rippling contentment raptures and allures your bubble bath soaked figure when his bearing body comes into view while you were focused on rubbing your shoulders with your sugar scrub.

 ♡ taking delight in the peachy zest fragrance as you admired your freshly painted acrylic nails you had your daddy help you apply the other night, unaware of Andy’s glorifying glance as he stands looking down at your charismatic care.

 ♡ a white towel wraps your head keeping your hair in place and a light sheet mask rests on your face, bending down on his knees Andy’s hands grab your body sponge before rubbing the planes of your back covered lightly in bubble suds.

♡ “what do you wanna do first today princess? anything you want and anything you need daddy will give it to you,” Andy spoke, his head snaking in the crook of your neck and before you could speak you broke into a fit of giggles as the sponge in his hand intentionally grazed the sensitive skin of your sides while his lips pressed wet kisses on your neck.

♡ “d-daddy stop!” you broke but your seemingly endless giggles kept getting in the way as Andy continued to smile as he kisses your neck while his other hand dipped into the water to tickle your other side. 

 ♡ receiving the reaction he wanted his fingers stop their tickling torment but not before caressing the bubbly skin of your waist and stomach, you only have sight of his wide shoulders as his head continued to trail kisses down your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin here and there.

 ♡ “go on sweetheart, the tickle monsters gone,” Andy smirk against your skin before lifting his head away from your neck and his arms from the bath tub soapy water, shifting your body around causing the water to splash over the railing you sat in place star struck at your daddy’s attire for the day.

  ♡ as much as it tingled the space between your thighs at the sight of him wearing those tight collared polos that drove you crazy beyond control you grinned up at him as you told him of your plans and ideas but Andy’s surprised to find you don’t wanna go out to get more presents.

 ♡ “I thought you wanted to go out princess, what changed? you love going out and getting more presents,” your daddy spoke, causing your eyes to shift shyly away as you took sudden interest in your shiny nails as they gripped the outline of the tubs rim.  

 ♡ “I know you said that you wouldn’t mind but I just want something between you and me, and- and do you know the tea party i’ve been talking about? the one with my stuffies? with the tea and sweets and cakes, may we please do that today daddy?” voice softly bashful and sweet as can be Andy coos down at you after pecking the tip of your nose. 

 ♡ “absolutely princess, how about we have your tea party after lunchtime. how does that sound?” you nodded your head enthusiastically and Andy chuckled, “perfect, what is the birthday princess going to wear?” and of course he’d say that.  

 ♡ the sole reason you weren’t getting out of the tub was because he had to decide which dress you’d wear but before your daddy knocked the bathroom door you already came to a resolution. 

 ♡ pointing to the dresses that are hung on their individual hangers on the towel closet near the bath tub, “i’m going to wear the pink puff sleeved one for brunch and the purple slip for my tea party,” you spoke, watching as Andy got up to grab a towel from the closet then the hanger bearing the pink dress.

 ♡ the dress wasn’t inherently familiar to Andy nor does he remember buying it for you but he had to admit he has bought you loads of dresses, bags or whatever else that made you so stylish and posh to come to a memory of so.

 ♡ instructing him to get which strap heels and what designer bag from your closest you want to go along with the short puffed sleeve dress as you took the sheet mask off your face and washed the citrus sugar scrub then floral bubble wash from your skin. 

 ♡ from the doorframe your unaware stance doesn’t notice the focused observation as your daddy admired and traced every detail of your bare bodice as your hands rubbed the soap from your neck to the undercurve of your breasts.

 ♡ with no sight of bubble suds on your skin you bend over to retrieve the towel on the near stool Andy set for you but before you could reach it Andy’s strong arms wrap around your bare chest, pulling your soaked back into the solidness of his bare chest.

 ♡ you gasp at the contact while his hands take rough handfuls of your breasts as his fingers roll your nipples, his face sneaking back into the crook of your neck as he bite and sucked, not afraid to leave love bites anywhere his lips graced against.

 ♡ “daddy,” you moaned but it’s quickly hushed as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, his other hand leaving your breast to glide slowly down passed your stomach till it found the slick of your needy cunt that erupted more small sweet noises with every dip his fingertips took at teasing your hole.

 ♡ your head throw back, resting on one of Andy's biceps that steady on the tubs rim the hand doesn’t leave from pinching your nipple or groping your tit as his other doesn’t stop tracing figure eights or rubbing the slicked pearl at the peak of your pussy before thrusting a stretching thick finger into your tight hole.

 ♡ “let daddy take care of you princess,” Andy shushed in your ear as your sweet moans and little sighs captured his when another finger pumped into your hole, your grinding hips rippled the water attempting to find the perfect balance that will help you reach the blinding pleasure and spill your euphoria on his fingers.

 ♡ “daddy please! please daddy!” you whispered hopelessly in his ear, your quivering body desperate for his fingers to break the chain tightening in your belly and before you could whine and beg once more as he takes his fingers out your hole your back suddenly arches when three fingers thrust in and out of your weeping cunt.

 ♡ your arched figure has your head falling back more against his bicep till you neck only rests upon it and Andy takes the opportunity to smash his lips to yours, teeth rough to bite your bottom lip you gasp and moan as his tongue enters your mouth just like his fingertips graze the golden spot at the end of your slicked channel.

 ♡ your going to combust, the erotic cocktail of his hot tongue swirling with yours and his thick fingers thrusting and stretching your honeyed pussy is making you see stars even though you have them closed, your hands rise to frame his face, fingers spread to dig into his toffee brown locks as the other relishes the scratch of his beard.

 ♡ its again that he hits the sweet spot his curled fingers graze against that has you whimpering in contrast to his relentless passionate kiss while you rest at the mercy of him and his thick fingers, “daddy p-please, I need to come! please let me come, daddy!” you're able to beg as he lets go of your lips from his.

 ♡ “why should I let you come princess? give me one good reason,” his low voice rumbled as his smirk plasters against the skin behind your ear, making you shiver Andy’s enjoying pushing you passed your limits as well as savoring the immature pout while your forbidden honey slowly coats his knuckles deliciously.

 ♡ “b-because it’s my birthday daddy. i-i’m the birthday princess, your birthday princess,” you whisper as a tear drips off your curls under lashes to your cheek, his chest fills again with an awakening desire to have you crumbling and moaning underneath him. 

 ♡ possessing your lips again you gasp in pleasure when his fingers pump impossibly more continuous as you tug the handfuls of his toffee brown hair in your grip, achieving to pull rough growls from him and to your own satisfaction him scissoring you open while his other fingers your other tit.

 ♡ however we can only have so much of something before we’re washed up on the tide of ecstasy and Andy knows how much the big wave is going to wash over you as your thighs tremble and your moans turn into needy whimpers of barely audible daddys and pleases that do nothing but increase the speed of his fingers and harden his cock.

 ♡ “come on my fingers princess, come for daddy sweet girl,” your grip on his hair tightens as you feel his fingers pull your orgasm closer and closer to the edge, you pull his head away from your neck to just smash your lips against his into a bruising kiss nothing more than teeth, tongue and hot breath.

 ♡ and as Andy guessed the thrashing wave washed over your body as his relentless fingers continuously hit the g spot that had you screaming his name when you came on his fingers, your arched position slipping a bit your daddy’s quick to take care of you.

 ♡ pulling the plug of the tub and rinsing your body again from sweat, Andy washed your sore core with warm water and a hand towel before wrapping your body covered in dew drops and carrying you out of the tub and into your room to dress you.

 ♡ settling you done on the plushy comforter of your shared bed with a quick peck to your lips before he can turn around and grab your body lotion from your vanity, your gripping grasp at his wrist stops him in place.

 ♡ “what wrong princess?” he says but your eyes don’t reach his blue ones, his heart stammers and paces wondering if he did something wrong, bending his knees till he’s face to face with you.

 ♡ “did daddy hurt you when he was trying to make you feel good princess? what’s wrong sweet girl, can you please tell me,” Andy speaks as his hand cups your chin to gently turn your face to meet his bit your eyes look down shyly. 

 ♡ “can I have a bubble bath tonight daddy?” your whispered as your fingers grip the belt loops of Andy’s trousers, his sly smirk not getting too big too tease his little one but still pronounced.

 ♡ “of course dove,” his low voice broke, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your shoulder, your neck then you jaw then finishing on your lips.

 ♡ “with you?” picking his head up from the sweet and floral scent of your shoulder his eyes cascade into yours as your faces are centimeters apart.

 ♡ stricken by the twinkle in your hues and the bountiful soft of your lips your soaked hands creep up his wrists, hitting all the right spots that inspire another pleasurable session to take place between your legs.

 ♡ thick fingers stroke your overstimulated folds, shuddering from the contact you don’t dare dart your eyes away from his gentle ones, “as you wish princess,” 

 ♡ at this time it’s a quarter after lunch, much later than both your enchanted session of touches and kisses you have a small porcelain jar in your hands, the lid set aside you stare down at the perfectly cubed sugar lumps.

 ♡ “how much sugar lumps would you like with your tea mrs. genevieve?” your gleaming glossy lipped smile radiates across the table to your plushed white bunny rabbit who sits atop a stack of books you stole from Andy’s office in order to reach above the table top. 

 ♡ the bunny plushie dressed in her daisy blue sundress, matching sun hat and finishing her outfit with a shiny sapphire bow comfortably around her neck sits next to your other stuffies dressed handsomely and eloquently for the special occasion.

 ♡ they sip from the steaming cups of honeyed herbal tea your daddy prepared specially for them while nibbling on sweets of custard eclairs and fluffy macaroons, heart squeezing in contentment.

 ♡ “four sugar lumps? that’s far too much sugar mrs. genevieve! I am giving you only two! you’ve already had ten cookies! same goes for your husband- yes bartolommeo I am speaking of you-!” 

 ♡ the playfully sternness that possess the softness of your voice makes Andy widely smile to himself as he takes the numerous pans of rising cakes out of the double oven.

 ♡ the older man goofily grins to himself, of course he knows you are imitating him, down to his tone to the scrunch of his brows he would usually have to put you in your place and remind you of your manners but he doesn’t, seemingly enjoying this. 

 ♡ letting you continue to let you discipline the stuffies on their sugar intake while your extended arm swindles a chocolate chip cookie or two in your sneaky grasp from the untouched plate at the other side of the counter.

 ♡ Andy let’s the action slip, it’s your birthday! you’re the birthday girl and the birthday girl can treat herself to as much sweets, gifts, and attention her heart desires.

 ♡ tchaikovsky orchestrated symphony of the nutcracker plays on the amazon echo, every single one of your favorite details you planned for this tea party he partakes in joyously while listening in on his little one playing the perfect hostess.

 ♡ settling the hot pans on the kitchen island, not far away from the table you’re treating all your dressed stuffies to Andy slips off the oven mitts and sets a timer for the cakes to cool down.

 ♡ prepping your favorite fruits to be sliced, jars of frosting and icing to be whipped, melting chocolate to be spread and chopped nuts to be sprinkled Andy seems to know what direction he has for each and every cake. 

 ♡ it was indeed a major saving grace he had a few years of experience in the baking category ever since he started to date you, you were demanding and very high maintenance cause you only wanted the best cause you deserved the best.

 ♡ that’s one of the many things Andy adored about you besides the fact his little princess loves sweets, baked sweets to be more specific and technical.

 ♡  at the very start of their relationship he became accustomed to whisking eggs, sugar, and butter, sifting flour and dry ingredients without making a mess as well as becoming patient for not only your brattiness but the sweets in the oven to.

 ♡ baking was now a favorable hobby of his now and he loved baking, whether or not you watched and helped him with cracking an egg or two or by himself as you attended your big girl responsibilities. 

 ♡ although on this day he devoted himself to not let you raise a single finger, on this day you were truly a princess more than you were any other day and your daddy enjoyed looking over to you.

 ♡ adoring your sweet giggles and honey voice as you remarked back at what your stuffie said as you refilled their cups and snacked on the prepared sweets he completed.

 ♡ “are you enjoying your tea ms. dolores? how about you mr. alfred? I know you two prefer peppermint than sage and chamomile but I had daddy add just enough honey for your liking,” 

 ♡ dazzling eyes flash to the mint green piggie in her flowy gingham skirt and white blouse then the indigo whale in his top hat, of course only you could hear their kind affirmations of agreement.

 ♡ “stupendous! i’ll be enjoying my coffee- no ms. darla you cannot have any coffee! you are too little! the only one who can have coffee is mr. humbert,” 

 ♡ your eyes dashed from the kitten stuffie to the teddy bear with spectacles on his nose and a buttoned up tweed jacket covering his arms and chest, “he has reached the proper age to drink coffee, you all have to wait,” your retort makes Andy’s brow arch in amusement.

 ♡ “and what is the proper age for a stuffie to start drinking coffee?” Andy broke as he bite of a slice of apricot; the tangy citrus nectar coating his tongue he continues cutting the colorful fruits on the platter waiting for your answer.

 ♡ “sixty two,” your answer quick and analyzed, Andy chuckles thankful he isn’t a stuffie who must obey the critical coming-of-age caffeine consumption law.

 ♡ “that’s very old princess, or should I say congresswoman? have you poured elder humbert his coffee?” andy spoke while recounting the cookies on the plate to know how much you’ve already eaten, you haven’t eaten a large portion of the forty cookies but he’s coming more concerned of your caffeine intake as you blurt out a loud reckless giggle.

 ♡ “i've refilled mr. humberts cup four times now! I think he really likes the oat milk,” you grinned up at your daddy as you drank from your porcelain cup, your sparkling eyes never leaving his as Andy playfully squinted at you deviously.

 ♡ “he does now? and exactly how many tea cups of coffee did my little coffee bean drink?” he spoke in his authority tone, placing the batter spatula down as he relished in your childish smirk.

 ♡ “they’re tiny tea cups daddy. why don’t you guess.” your glossy lipped smirk was as tempting and teasing as your purred voice, the purple silk dress made your smooth skin glowy just like the lavish fabric. 

 ♡ Andy couldn’t help but take little peaks here and there as you bend over the table to refill a clinking cup of tea for your stuffies, his longing stare as the hem of the tiny silk dress rose up to your high thighs, inching to catch a glimpse of whatever panties you have on.

 ♡ however with this erotic tension laced interrogation it seems to be losing its stern touch that usually melts you into a puddle of obedience as Andy admires your glowing face then pursue to have get an answer, you can be so distracting when it comes to dishing out punishments.

 ♡ but who wouldn’t be inattentive from the task at hand when the shimmery highlight of your plump cleavage and glittery cheekbones capture the apple of his eyes, as much as your smirk widened as you received all the attention filled glances that fuel the seductive that drips from your lips as the purple silk strap of your dress falls off your shoulder.

 ♡ “well?” your voice broke the silence but before Andy could open his mouth the timer for the cakes went off, you smirked to yourself as you took another sip of your sweetened coffee, saturated with a bit too much oat milk and sugar lumps you shifted to meet your eyes back to your stuffies.

  ♡ “I apologize if I am being a rude hostess but I hope you all have kept this special event going between yourselves. I was busy with daddy talking about some stupid stuff,” you didn’t dare lower or mutter the last bits but vocal them, smirk deviously to yourself as you felt your daddy’s glance at the back of your head.

 ♡ it did nothing but spread the disobedience you craved and the lingering wetness dripping from your cunt, although you played an untouchable poker face as you heard whatever utensil that was in his hand settle down as his footsteps come nearer and nearer.

 ♡ walking around the counter of his baking station to you sitting crossed leg in your cushioned chair making conversation with ms. darla complimenting her pine green and white striped sailors outfit as if you weren’t the one who dressed her.

 ♡ “oh hi daddy!” you beamed, pretending to not see the stern glare in his blue hues or remember misbehaving the minute before but you couldn’t help but deliciously eye the thick muscle of his arms that are crossed over his wide chest.

 ♡ “do you need something daddy?” you stood up on your knees to attempt to come to eye level with the man but you’ve only come face to face with his chest, causing you to tilt your head up for Ari to meet your astral irises laced in faux innocence.

 ♡ Andy’s defeated sigh before bending down to come eye level to you, “princess, listen to me please,” he spoke and your eyes sparked up in attention, loving the sudden embrace of his large hands wrapped yours, making them all warm and toasty as well as making you feel so small. 

 ♡ “I know you really wanted to have this tea party for a long time now, daddy loves making sweets for you and your stuffies but daddy doesn’t want to punish you for any bad behavior. daddy doesn’t want his special angel to cry on her birthday and he doesn’t want you cooped up in a corner at this tea party because you’re doing such a good job playing hostess! can you be my good girl and behave for daddy? can you do that for me princess?” 

 ♡ Andy’s soft voice and soft caress of your hands and cheeks are like magic, as if with each stroke of his thumb against your chin that swiped your glossy lips planted bundles of rose buds in the pit of your belly, growing rapidly within the minute.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can be your good girl! the bestest good girl!” your enthusiasm made him grin, a ray of sunshine clearing the cloudy thoughts of introducing a punishment out of his head.  

 ♡ “i’ll hold you up to those words princess but you’re doing so good now. play nicely with your stuffies while daddy works on decorating your cakes. can you do that for me to princess?”

 ♡ you nodded your head with a content smile, “words please princess,” Andy reminded you.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can do that,” he smiled to himself as you brought your attention back to your stuffies but before he can walk back to his prep station a tug of his trousers pulls him in place looking back down at you to spark in concern when your eyes gloss with neediness.

 ♡ “what do you need princess?” he spoke, hands rising to stroke and pet your hair only but grab that same hand and pull him towards you, murmuring what he assumes to be what you want under your breath. “uh-uh, speak up princess,” 

 ♡ “you didn’t play with me today daddy! can you please play with me for just a few minutes before going back to the cakies?” your pout was like a punch in his gut, a bullet ricocheting through his rib cage, his very kryptonite but he should now these few minutes of daddy little playtime will turn into hours upon hours with you on his lap unaware or purposely ignoring his hard on.

 ♡ “okay princess, but just five minutes! I have two more cakes in the oven and dozen others to decorate for you,” he softly smiled but you smiled so brightly as you picked you off the chair and into his arms before sitting down on the chair himself and settling you on his lap comfortably.

 ♡ “would you like me to refill your cup mr. humbert?” your voice chipped, Andy’s glance falls on the old stuffed bear seemingly passed out on the table cloth, its short snout resting in the toppled over porcelain cup.

 ♡ “I think mr. humbert had a bit to much coffee for today,” Andy spoke but you shook your head as you refilled ms. dolores tea cup, adding her desired sugar lumps after biting into a slice of cake, chocolate and whip cream staining the corners of your lips.

 ♡ “mr. humbert falls asleep all the time, it’s normal. see he’ll wake up right now- mr. humbert wake up!!!” you shouted but the stuffed bear didn’t bulge, “I think mr. humbert had too much coffee daddy,” speaking as if you found that conclusion.

 ♡ Andy chuckles at you, petting your hair and tracing your shiny locks with his fingers while you spoke to mrs. humbert, your body reaching over the crowded table top to reach a plate of macaroons at that opposite side, the sight clouding Andy’s mind of the many other things he’s suppose to do.

 ♡ the helm of your purple slip dress rises past your thighs and as much as Andy wants to grope your ass he doesn’t want to interrupt your conversation or humiliate you in front of your stuffed animals.

♡ yes you had a special rule when it came to touching you inappropriately around your stuffies.

 ♡ however the sight of the lavender silk covering your ass seemed to wrap the plumpness of it perfectly enough that it was impossible to not lift up the thin curtain to run his open palmed hands over your globes, take harsh handfuls and watching the skin of your cheeks bounce with each spank.

 ♡ but he kept your rule in mind but it was becoming more difficult with you wiggling it practically inches away from his face or when you sat back down on his lap and continued to shift and ‘accidently’ grind on his stirring cock.

 ♡ your ass in the sultry silk dress purposefully or accidently shuffling against his tensed loins felt like burning heaven until he came to a sudden flaming question whether or not your wearing anything under under the lavender. 

 ♡  immediately upon that lingering thought filling all his action mechanisms his curious hands creep through the slit of your provocative slip, a slight stickiness  is welcomed against his thick fingers as the sinful honey runs down your thighs and as his fingers keep wandering, your wet pussy.

 ♡ Andy’s cock is hard now, bulging in his expansive trousers that keeps getting teased the plumpness of your ass inches away from his watering mouth, you surely wouldn’t find a retaliation to give him as his fingers creep up to meet your folds. 

 ♡ his wandering hand is under the table, no where near eye level for the glass beady black eyes of your stuffed animals to see but they can however question your flustered stuttering state as his taunting thumb traces figure eights with your slick.

 ♡ “daddy-” you hush but it’s interrupted with a quick slap to your bum, Andy’s smirk widening at the sight of it jiggling along with the fabric, he can’t help but take his thumb covered in your pleasure and take it in his mouth.

 ♡ moaning at the delicious taste of you before grabbing your ass again in rough handfuls, making finger like indents that could possibly bruise your skin you bite your lip in anticipation for another spank until Andy’s large hand hovers over the curves of your hips till he grips your waist.  

 ♡ “keep playing sugarplum, pretend daddy isn’t here playing with your princess parts,” finishing the husky whisper in your ear with a kiss to your cheek, whimpering slightly as one of his hands glide back to the slit of your dress and playful fingers slowly rub your slicked pearl.

 ♡ you don’t argue as you continue to play hostess with your stuffies while trying to survive your daddy’s teasing fingers, attempting to not let a single sound escape your lips or a stutter in your words, hoping your daddy will keep his promise and only play with you for five minutes before going back to the cakies. 

 ♡ yet as you think that unfortunate thought Andy’s finding pleasure of his own, maybe he won’t just play with you for five minutes since he’s infatuated with the cake in front of him. 

 ♡ the older man knows you’ve been wanting him to put you in your place the moment you started acting cocky and who is he to not give it to you?

 ♡ the birthday girl always gets what she wants

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Playing House 8

Clint Barton x OC (Alexandra Knight)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Fury calls in help on a long hall mission that requires Clint to play house with someone he doesn’t know and has never met. Alexandra likes to work alone and isn’t one to play well with others. Nick and Alex have a past together and now Nick is asking his old friend to help out with the monitoring and infiltration of some HYDRA agents. But, not everything is as simple as it seems. Nick isn’t the only old friend Alex has on the team.

I woke up to the feeling of Clint holding me close, even after everything he saw yesterday he still wanted me. I picked up my phone and saw that it was almost 3am, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep so I managed to disentangle myself from Clint and crept out the room. I notice I was back in one of his shirts and panties, I tiptoe back into the room and snatch my bra a slip it on under the shirt and I sneak down the hall.

“FRIDAY?” I look up.

“Yes, miss.” The AI responds.

“Is anyone up?” I sigh trying to figure out where everyone is.

“Mr Barnes is in the gym do you want me to tell him you are looking for someone?” The Ai asked.

“No!” I whisper shout. “Can I access the roof?” 

“Yes, miss.” She confirms.

“Thank you.” I smile.

“You are very welcome.” I can hear the smile in the AI’s voice, I will have to congratulate Stark on his brilliant AI.

Once I got to the roof I sat there and looked out to the city watching it lighten as the sun began to rise. By 6am I realised yesterday could have been worse, they could have pinned me down and thrown me in a cell in the raft or worse. I decided I wanted food so I headed down to the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets pulling out ingredients for pancakes, fruit salad and waffles. Making the batters for both the Waffles and Pancakes, I decide it’s been a while since I have baked and found the stuff for a chocolate cake, victoria sponge and coffee and walnut cake.

I loved baking because it kept my mind on track, kept my focus as I let the batter rise in the fridge and I put the last of the cake batter in the tin and into the oven I notice it is about 8am and I get to work quickly cutting up the fruit. All while doing this I was singing Dreams by The Cranberries, You Will Be Found from the play Dear Evan Hansen, Woke Up Late by Drax Project and many more, dancing around the kitchen.

“Do you think she knows we’ve been watching her for the last hour?” Sam asked.

“Yes.” Bucky and Nat said together.

“Pancakes or Waffles?” I ask looking over my shoulder and smirking at them.

“I thought Fury told you about being considerate of others?” Clint smirks at me.

“I put a bra on.” I smile at him batting my eyes and I can see him soften.

“I don’t think that’s what he meant Princess.” Nat cooed at me.

“Oh well! He’s not here.” I smile at Nat.

“Whos not here?” Nick asked as he walked in.

“Give me your shorts!” I point the spatula at Nat and she laughs.

“Kitten,” Clint calls and throws a pair of my gym shorts at me and I slip them on quickly.

“Nice to see you clothed,” Nick smirks at me.

“Are you doing unannounced drop-ins to make sure I am clothed at all times?” I turn around and put my focus on the pancakes and waffles which are stacking up. 

“Maybe.” He laughs and I knew he was. He was worried I would distract them enough so I can slip out and disappear, yesterday must have thrown him. I put breakfast on the table with a pot of tea and coffee and I lean against the counter with an apple and coffee in each hand.

“I’m not going to disappear this time. Stop frowning you might actually start ageing.” I stare him down and he looks surprised.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave.” Nick looked at me like a wounded puppy.

“Are you giving me an out?” I tilt my head and frown. I notice that Nat and Bucky stiffen in their seats with looks of worry and sadness on their faces and Clint is now stood next to me with his arms wrapping around my waist.

“Yes.” Nick nodded and several hisses are heard in the room.

“I had time to think about it Nick, if I was going to disappear I would have left this morning at 3am when I was on your roof.” I pull out of Clint's arms and bent over to take out the cakes from the oven and let them cool on the rack, preparing the icing to go on each one.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know, I normally do it to the point that I can do it without thinking... it was apart of my training. If I couldn’t do it they punished me and then I kept doing it until I did it without error. I still work that way minus the punishments for mistakes.” I smile at Tony as he looked shocked I was so open.

“Why be open now?” Steve was curious.

“Because you’ve seen me at my worse and you sat and ate the breakfast I made you.” I raised an eyebrow at them.

“Poisoning doesn’t seem like a you kinda thing to do,” Sam spoke up and Nat and Bucky gulped.

“You clearly don’t know me, but I didn’t poison the food there would be no guarantee I could keep the ones I care about alive.” I shrug.

“Then why not eat the pancakes?” Peter was nervous.

“Because I wanted some cake.” I look at him like it is obvious.

“You know you can have both.” Clint brushes some of the hair from my face.

“Overindulgence makes you spoilt if you are left wanting something you’ll work harder for it.” I smile at him.

“You're not going to have a slice of cake?” Clint frowned.

“Delayed gratification, it can drive you to do your best. Think of something you really want and hold back until you achieve your goal. It’ll make it so much more rewarding, love!” I smile my lips brushing his as I talk and I pull back and walk out of the kitchen leaving perfectly iced and decorated cakes.

I changed into some gym clothes and I walked through the kitchen they noticed the bag and Nick knew what I was about to do.

“What you doing?” Steve asked as he watched me walk to the lift.

“Training.” I simply said stepping into the lift, the lift went down to one of the training rooms and I knew I had Marcus to thank when I walked into the room with all my beloved equipment. There were mats for sparring and tumbling, a range of gymnastic equipment, usual gym equipment, punching bags and my favourite things aerial silks. I drop her bag and walk over to the material to get a feel of it and it’s soft and water-like, it is purple in colour and I smirk.

I hear the ding of the lift indicating they have made it to the training floor and their heavy footfalls sound down the hall as they run in my direction. My lycra shorts and sports bra allowed me maximum movement. I walk to the mats and started to stretch ignoring the prying eyes, after loosening up my muscles I opt to work on my dancing form. Walking to my bag I pull out a pair of well-loved point shoes and strap them up my calfs flexing my foot once on I test out the feeling by going onto my toes and I sigh, it’s almost like relieving in a strange way. Going to my phone I put on Can You Hold Me and let the music take me away.

I forgot about the world and I just let my body move on its own, I didn’t have to think about where I needed to move next. I had done this so many times I didn’t have to do anything. I felt a hand grab me and I opened my eyes to see Bucky and he spun me continuously around him. I spun away and I nodded at him and ran at him and he grabbed my waist and lifted me above his head and spun us around bringing me back to the floor where I finished the dance opposite him slightly bent down in a bow. I looked up from my lashes as the song began again. He smirked at me and I shake my head walking over to the silks, I peel off my slippers and wrap my foot at the bottom and climb up and start my dance with the silks. Gasps are heard from below as I spin down and am left hanging upside down arching around the room in a slow circle. I pull myself up and unwrap myself from the rest of the silks and slid down until I land on the floor softly.

“That’s new,” Bucky smirks.

“Well, Barnes I didn’t have someone to jive with.” I laugh as I pull on my trainers.

“You can jive?” Tony looked shocked.

“Oh yeah he can, but maybe next time.” I laugh patting his chest and I look over to Clint.

“But, we wanna see Barnes dance.” Sam pouted and I laughed.

“I’d love to see if he can still move, but I need to see how Clint moves,” I smirk at him.

“He has two left feet.” Nat giggled and Clint gives her a dirty look and I laugh.

“We can work on that, but I’m thinking more combative.” I walk over to my bag and pull out two blades and unsheath them and spin them in my hands.

“Are those...” Bucky started.

“Had them since I was eighteen, parents gave them to me.” I inspect the blade, it was the first Vibranium weapon I was given. It was a gift from Wakanda to my parents a peace offering they were more than happy to take.

“How? They are Vibranium.” Tony looked at them in amazement.

“Wakanda wanted nothing to do with Project Zero and what it would bring so they made a deal with my parents. It’s how I know T’Challa and Shuri so well, I helped train them when they were younger and still to this day.” I smile at the fond memories I have with them.

Jailhouse rock starts to play and I laugh and look over to a smirking Natasha. I shake my head and continue playing with my swords.

“I may be passible with swords but I am not going up against you with those,” Clint spoke up I put them down and walked over to him patting him and then over to Nat taking my phone and put HandClap on. 

“Don’t worry you have your own.” I pulled a bag out of a cabinet and threw it to him. He pulled out the swords and spun them in his hands.

“I could get used to this,” Clint smirks.

“Hang around with me more often you’ll get all the good toys.” I laugh as I bring my sword down quickly and he was just fast enough to block me.

“That was rude.” Clint pouted.

“Sorry, did you want me to announce I was going to attack you because I hope you know the enemy won’t” I smirk at him leaning in and putting more weight on the blade he brings the other one forward in a stabbing motion and I deflect it. I pull back as I feel him lean more weight on the blade and I sidestep pulling my blade away and allow him to stumble forward.

“Does anyone ever win against you?” Clint asked.

“I don’t remember the last time I lost a fight,” I smirk at him raising both eyebrows.

“I think you need to be knocked down a peg or two Kitty.” Bucky laughed from behind me.

“If you join Barnes, I will still whop both your asses. I may even let Tasha join in.” I laugh and I can sense Bucky’s hesitation.

“Two on two after you test Barton’s abilities with a blade,” Nick shouts and I can help but laugh.

“Bring it, Barton! I may even let you be on my team to beat both Barnes and Romanoff!” I smile at him and he laughs. He brings it that is for sure his movements more precise and fierce, he definitely knows his way around the swords. Against anyone else, I am sure he would win but I manage to disarm him and have in a hold that would ensure his guts would be on the floor and his throat would be slit.

“I’m impressed, Barton.” Marcus clapped.

“I don’t think she’s had a work out like that in a long time.” Nick laughed as I  sheathed the two blades and gulped down some water. They were right this was the first time in a long time someone really pushed me to be better... well besides Barnes.

“So... I passed.” Clint looked at me hopefully.

“Yeah, you did amazingly. To be honest, better than I thought you would have Darling.” I smile at him as I walk over to him with some water and pass it to him.

“What else do you wanna see Kitten?” Clint smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smirk and bite my lip as I racked my eyes over him and hum.

“I’m warning you now.” Nick’s tone was serious and I looked over at him with Puppy dog eyes.

“I want to see everything you can give me.” I look up at Clint through my lashes and he grabs my hips dropping the bottle and pulling me close and growling in my ear.

“Behave Kitten.” He nipped at my earlobe.

“But this is more fun,” I whine as he pulls away.

“Nick and Marcus look ready to lock you in a room until the mission.” Clint laughs and I look at Nick and Marcus stern faces. I then look over to the Team who looked uncomfortable other than Bucky and Nat who was smirking and a plan formed in my head.

“Okay.” I shrug walking away from Clint and over to the team. I walk over to Nat and Bucky and take each of their hands.

“What are you doing?” Clint growled.

“Going to have some fun,” I smirked at him.

“You’re mine,” Clint states firmly and I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.

“Nick said I couldn’t kiss, nothing about anything else.” I knew I was grinning, I heard the gasps of the other Avengers and felt the hands of Bucky and Nat on my body.

“Hands off,” Clint growled and pointed at the two with one of his blades and I couldn’t help but smirk. I felt the firm grip of Bucky’s metal arm shift me behind him and I knew what was happening and the smirk dropped.

“Stop!” I growled loudly, Bucky froze and everyone looked at him even Clint stopped.

“Threat,” Bucky growled.

“No. We are okay, I promise. Clint, is a friend remember, he’s Bird Brain or is that Sam?” I tilt my head looking at him and see him relax.

“That’s Sam.” Bucky grits out taking a deep breath.

“Soldat, you need to stand down... please.” I rest my head against his chest and feel him hug me.

“I don’t know what happened. It’s just the whole thing triggered something.” Bucky squeezed me and I let out a shaky laugh realising what he was talking about.

“A memory. It triggered a memory, I didn’t think that would happen. I am sorry.” I pulled back and looked at Buck and everyone else dropping my head and walking out the room and get into the lift.

“Where to?” FRIDAY asked.

“The roof, please don’t tell them where I am,” I speak softly feeling guilt wrap itself around me.

“Yes, Miss.” FRIDAY answers.

“FRIDAY please call me Alex.” I look at the ceiling.

“Okay, Alex.” I smile and nod.

Once we get to the roof I walk to the edge and sit down and look out to the busy city. The memory of Bucky protecting me flashes to my mind, I knew he would ask questions... questions like why did he protect me? Who was it from? When? I didn’t want to think about it let alone have an audience when telling him. 

“I didn’t think that would happen.” I sigh as Clint comes and sits next to me, I knew they would figure it out where I ran to.

“We know.” He looks out on the New York skyline with me.

“I’m not going to talk about it, if that’s why you are here you may as well leave.” My voice is cold.

“Will you tell Bucky?” Clint looks at me I can feel his eyes on me, as well as the rest of the Team. I knew Nick, Marcus and Maria was here too.

“I don’t even think I could tell my own reflection.” I finally look at him and he sees the brokenness in me.

“It can’t be that bad.” Clint goes to touch me and I flinch back losing balance and fall backwards away from the ledge and I stand up quickly.

“I may have said my parents were worse than HYDRA, but I meant in what they made me do. What HYDRA did to me was worse than anything my parents would ever dream of doing to me.” I growl at him.

“What did they do?” Clint growled I could see his rage at the thought of them doing something to me.

“You can’t make me talk about it,” I shout at him and turn my back to him and I was faced with Bucky and I couldn’t stop the tears as the memories flash in my mind. 

“Kitty...” He spoke softly.

“Please don’t make me.” I sniffed and shook my head. I turned when I heard Clint heading my way and he wrapped his arms around me and I let go and sobs wracked my body.

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OH... MY... LORD! CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE SOME SUPER SOFT LOVING FOXXAY SMUT FOR THE REUNION THAT HAPPENED TONIGHT!?... LIKE I HAVE SO MANY FEEEEEELLLLSSS! *ps. Not screaming at you, I love you and I'm just super excited!* 😍

This ask has been sitting here since 8x05 came out. I might be a little behind!!

Read on AO3 for optimal experience since, once again, Tumblr ate my formatting. 

“My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

But she's true, like ice, like fire

People carry roses

Make promises by the hours

My love laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her.” -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero”

...

Late one Friday night, Cordelia left her office for a bathroom break, all of her papers sprawled out on her desk where she had worked on getting her grades in and posted before the end of the semester. Going public with Miss Robichaux’s had increased the amount of witches in her care, and it had also increased the scrutiny the academy faced from the public and the government. After receiving certification to practice as a private school, she had an obligation to keep everything in order, and mid-December brought heaps of bureaucratic hoops to jump through.

It was for the greater good of the coven, she knew, but she felt like she was digging herself an early grave with the many nights of burning the midnight oil and retreating to Misty’s side in the wee hours of the morning only to be up at seven to help prepare breakfast. She hadn’t taken her blood pressure in weeks. She was afraid of what the numbers would tell her. The ever-constant headache and brief, flaring pain behind her eyes followed her like shadows.

Leaving her office, she slipped silently down the hallway into the bathroom. Everyone had vacated the academy for the end of the semester to go home with their families, but moving without making a sound was a habit at this point. On her way back to the office, though, she found the door locked.

The chalkboard on the door was blank, but the piece of chalk picked up from the string, enchanted by someone else’s telekinesis. In Misty’s elegant script, the chalk piece wrote, “Meet me in our room.”

Biting back a sigh, Cordelia crossed her arms and headed up the hall to the bedroom they shared. She pushed the door open. “Misty? I’ve got to get back to work. What do you want?”

She rounded the corner into the room. Across the room, Misty perched on the edge of her white chair, hairy legs crossed. A silky black lingerie dress covered her torso, but around her waist, she wore a strap-on. “Come here. You need a break.”

Tongue like a sponge leeching the saliva from her mouth, Cordelia licked her lips. Don’t. You can’t. You need to get your work done. “Misty…” Her voice was a croak. In spite of her dry mouth, another part of her body was growing wet. “I have work to do.” Misty rose from the white chair and approached her. Misty’s hands landed on her hips. “I need to get the grades in so I don’t have parents or the state government bitching at me.” One hand trailed up her abdomen over her sweater. As Misty’s delicate fingers passed between her breasts over her sternum, she shivered, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. “Misty--” Fingertips brushed over her voice box, admiring the vibrations there, and she cut herself off. Misty tilted her head upward to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Alright,” Misty whispered. “I’ll be here. Waiting.”

“Unlock my office door.”

“You got full access to the torture chamber.”

A grimace flexed across Cordelia’s lips. Part of her wanted to complain about Misty’s choice of words, but she held her tongue. A flame licked down between her legs. Turning, Cordelia walked with a stiff gait down the hallway. Sitting in her office chair felt like sitting on a bunch of pins and needles. Every time she blinked down to the papers in front of her, the letters formed shapes, the outline of Misty’s body, the shape of the strap-on between her legs. “Oh, god…” Cordelia massaged the bridge of her nose. “I’m never going to be able to focus now.”

The red pen in her hand pointed to the same sentence for several minutes at a time while she read and reread it. No matter how she tried to process it, she couldn’t shake the sensation of Misty’s hands from her body where her fingers had grazed.

When she stood up again, no more papers graded than before, and strode toward the bedroom, she thought hours must have passed. Misty waited on the bed with her legs crossed, playing Tetris on her phone with Stevie Nicks rising from the speaker. Cordelia closed the door behind her. Misty lifted her head. “Well, hey, there.” She glanced over to the clock beside the bed. “Half an hour. I didn’t figure you’d make it that long. You decide to take me up on that break?”

“Shut up and take me.”

Misty grinned. “Somebody’s in a rush.” She rolled off of the bed and approached Cordelia. “Come here. Kiss me. I miss you.” She pulled Cordelia close by the hips.

The strap-on jabbed her in the abdomen. “Oh, put that thing away.” Cordelia swatted it away with her hand. “I’m not even naked yet.” Misty laughed and bowed down to kiss her. Slender hands slipped under her sweater and lifted the hem up over her head. Cordelia brooke the kiss to rid herself of her top. “But you’ll fix that fast, won’t you?”

“You betcha.” Cordelia flung herself back at Misty, locking her arms around her body as she kissed from her jaw line down her neck, and Misty returned in kind. Nimble fingers unsnapped her bra and released her from its clutches. She flung it off to the side. “Ain’t you excited?” A broad hand covered each breast and cupped them in her warm palms. Cordelia hitched a breath. Misty’s touch was innocent enough--she didn’t squeeze her breasts or tweak her nipples--but it elicited enough fire from inside of her to make her sink her teeth into her partner’s neck.

Misty’s mouth formed a breathy moan. She masked it by brushing her lips up against Cordelia’s neck. Cordelia’s arms unhooked from around Misty and dipped between her own legs to unzip her pants. She grabbed the hem of Misty’s black silky dress and lifted it off of her. Misty grinned into the side of her neck. At a gentle nudging, she raised her arms for Cordelia to remove the fabric from her skin.

The black silk crumpled in a heap on the floor. Cordelia wrapped her hand around the phallus between them and used it to pull Misty toward the bed. “Come here.” Her voice grew huskier with need. She propped herself up on the pillows. Misty settled on her knees in front of her, hooking her fingers in her belt loops and wriggling her pants off of her rump. Cordelia wiggled to aid her. Left there in her underwear, she strained for another kiss from Misty, but Misty dodged, planting fluttering kisses everywhere but on her lips.

Tender lips landed on the junction between her neck and shoulder and peppered light pecks all over the hard outlines of her collarbones. Cordelia’s breasts turned firm under the stimulus, the nipples pebbling with need, and Misty’s hot, pink mouth wrapped around her right nipple. Her hand grappled with the other breast. The tip of her thumb flicked back and forth over it. Cordelia lifted her pelvis to grind against Misty’s body. The damp cotton of her panties rubbed against Misty’s abdomen. God, I need her.

With the flat of her tongue, Misty licked trails from the base of Cordelia’s rib cage to her navel, sinking her teeth into the delicate fat. She knew better than to leave hickeys above Cordelia’s shoulders where the students might spy them, but Cordelia’s squishy tummy and thighs were fair game for her to leave her mark. Cordelia squirmed as Misty kissed her navel and followed the thin trail of hair from it to the top hem of her panties. Misty’s eyes darted up to hers, and she slipped her fingers below the hem, waiting for Cordelia’s affirmation before she continued. “For fuck’s sake, Misty, take them off!” Misty chuckled. She slid the underwear off of Cordelia’s legs and flung them away.

The heady scent of Cordelia’s arousal rose up. “You smell so delicious…” Misty licked her lips and brushed her nose down through Cordelia’s well-groomed pubic hair. “I’d love to taste you.” She shifted her head to the left and kissed the inside of her thighs. Cordelia lifted her hips up, an invitation for Misty to do exactly what she wanted. Misty grinned. “Aren’t you just a lady?” She bowed her head and pressed her mouth right to the top of the split of Cordelia’s labia. She spread the lips with her middle and index finger on one hand. “You’re wet as the Okefenokee swamp, babe.”

Cordelia bit her lower lip to keep from laughing nervously. “I hope it smells better.”

“Oh, definitely, the Okefenokee swamp smells like--”

“Not right now!”

“Oh, right.”

“Tell me later.”

Misty didn’t waste any more time with comments. She buried her face into Cordelia’s vulva and slicked her tongue upward from her vagina toward the firm, erect bulb of her clitoris. Pleasure shot through her clitoris and went all through her lower body and up her spine. Misty slipped her middle and ring fingers into her vagina and curled them forward to the sensitive spot inside of her. “Oh, god--Oh, Misty!” She arched her back off of the mattress. “That’s so good!” She quivered with desire as Misty wrapped her mouth around her clitoris and sucked, flicking the tip of her tongue over it. “Ugh, I--I’m close--”

She offered the warning, thinking Misty planned to withhold it, but she didn’t let up; her fingertips pressed harder against the smooth spot inside of her. Tingles and pressure built in her lower belly. Fireworks exploded below Misty’s mouth. “Oh, Misty!” Her vagina contracted around Misty’s fingers so tightly, she swore she could feel Misty’s pulse. “Oh… Mmm…” A post-coital haze swept her up into its arms. But as Misty sat up, the tip of the strap-on brushed against her leg, and her tired eyes fluttered open. “More?”

Misty crawled up beside her. “Rest a few minutes, first.” Cordelia’s hand slid down her side to her hip bone, and it followed the strap connected to the dildo and dipped beneath it into her soft reddish pubic hair. Her fingers found Misty’s inner labia drenched. “Hey… hands to yourself, now, darling.” She formed a cheeky grin.

“I want it.” Cordelia pulled on her by the dildo. “Give it to me. Take me.”

Misty rolled over on top of her. “God, you’re so beautiful.” She framed Cordelia’s messy hair and flushed face with her forearm, gazing into her eyes with adoration pouring from her. Misty wasn’t just lustful--she was aroused, yes, but she was also hopelessly, helplessly, in love with Cordelia, and her every touch pressed that love into Cordelia’s skin and caused tears to rise to her eyes. Fortunately, the tip of the dildo pressed right outside her vagina and shocked the sappiness right out of her. She nodded a mute encouragement.

The dildo slipped inside of her with the same ease of Misty’s fingers. Her body stretched to accommodate the familiar intrusion. She lifted her hips upward. Misty moved her hand from stabilizing the dildo to Cordelia’s clitoris. The phallus produced thick, sucking sounds as it moved into and out of her vagina, massaging the delicate spot inside of her. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she relished in the sensation of Misty’s lips on her neck and shoulders. The rhythm on her clitoris and in her body syncopated a song against her heartbeat and the flush of Misty’s breath against her face. “Good lord, Misty, I feel so good--” Her hands reached for Misty’s back, clinging to her shoulders. “Ah--”

She was sensitive from her first orgasm. As pangs of pleasure looped through her, she stifled a cry with each one. All of the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Misty’s fingers on her clitoris set her aching with desire. Icy fire covered her whole body. “Touch me!” The weight of Misty’s body settled on top of hers as she relinquished the hold of her forearm, but it didn’t crush her. It warmed her from head to toe. Misty’s free hand slid under her lower back. “Oh, god…”

Cordelia’s fingernails dug into Misty’s shoulders. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Misty’s scent was heady with sweat and the grit of their bodies pressed together. The scent of earth and wildflowers which always clung to Misty, marking her as feral, belonging to the earth first and to Cordelia second, burned in her nostrils. She never wanted to surrender the moment, though her body grew closer to its edge with every thrust of Misty’s hips and movement of her spidery fingers.

Misty dragged her nose right to the hull of Cordelia’s ear. “I love you so much,” she whispered. She plucked Cordelia’s earlobe between her teeth and tugged it.

“Ngh!” Cordelia’s hands dragged down Misty’s back. “I’m about to--oh, fuck. Oh, shit.” Her eyes fluttered wide. “Misty, I’m gonna--”

Misty pumped her hips harder and faster against Cordelia’s. The headboard slapped the wall with each jerk of her lower body. Tingles raced down Cordelia’s spine and spread through her vagina down her trembling thighs. Her jaw trembled, teeth all clacking together. Her vagina tightened around the strap-on until Misty couldn’t move it anymore for the tightness there. Turning her head, Misty placed sloppy kisses all over her neck and jaw. “Mm… I do love you,” she repeated.

It took Cordelia a moment to produce an intelligent response. “I love you, too…” She exhaled a long sigh. Misty tugged the strap-on out of her, and Cordelia fumbled to release her from its clutches, revealing the messy pubic hair underneath and the sopping labia. Cordelia rolled over onto her abdomen. “Come here.”

Sprawling out underneath her, Misty spread her legs eagerly. Cordelia wasted no time. She fondled her breasts for a few minutes, lapping at her nipples and flicking them with her thumbs, and she traced all of Misty’s scars and stretch marks with her fingertips as she headed downward between her legs. She spread Misty’s legs with a hand on each thigh and licked her lips as she admired all of the moisture gathered up inside of Misty, all of the arousal there. Her tongue scooped upward. She relished in the salty, acidic flavor of Misty’s vulva.

The tip of her tongue traced the crus of her clitoris. God, she tastes so wonderful. “Mm…” She couldn’t help but make the sound. Her fingers tightened where they grasped Misty’s thighs, leaving marks behind. Misty’s hips wriggled, pelvis grinding on the air, as she sought more direct attention from Cordelia’s tongue. Deciding to be merciful, Cordelia opened her mouth and flicked the tip of her tongue right over the bulbed head of Misty’s clitoris.

“Ngh!” The thin sound rose from Misty, but it quickly darkened and deepened into a growl of something much wilder than the human woman lying beneath her. She groaned and tangled her hands into Cordelia’s hair. Her fists tightened there. It stung Cordelia’s scalp. She enjoyed the encouragement. “Ugh!”

Misty couldn’t produce words, but Cordelia recognized the twitching in her clitoris, the tell-tale sign that she had reached the edge of her orgasm. “Agh!” Cordelia sucked on her clitoris harder than before. “Fuck!”

It was the only clear word she managed to say before her orgasm consumed her. Thick arousal flowed from her body. Cordelia eagerly lapped it up until the last contractions of pleasure had swept Misty away, and then she sidled up beside her on the bed. Misty blinked a few times, her pupils all dilated. Cordelia nudged her. Misty turned to look at her. “You were right,” Cordelia said. Misty arched an eyebrow. “I needed a break.”

A dark chuckle left Misty’s mouth. “Of course you did.” She caressed Cordelia’s hip. “Do you feel better now? Your head was hurting earlier.”

“Yeah, I do. How did you know?”

“You always rub your eyes when your head hurts.”

It was a small thing, but Cordelia knew no one else had noticed it. Misty alone was observant enough to take heed of such a tiny mannerism and think of it so nonchalantly. “I do. Feel better now. Thank you.” She brushed a thick lock of Misty’s hair out of her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

With an easy smile, Cordelia curled up in the crook of Misty’s arm. Her papers could wait. For right now, she was ready to sleep beside the woman she loved. Misty buried her face in her hair and inhaled deeply. She had never felt so safe before in her life.